It's time again for 55 Fiction Friday! Details on what it is and how to play at the end of the post. Come on, you can do it!
My 55 for the week
A Different Kind of Love
He held her, their bodies tightly fitted together. His hand wrapped around her neck, fingers pressing. The other moving quickly to that opening at her body’s center. His fingers, at first tentative, began moving decisively, coaxing response. She moaned, each sound a declaration of love.
That’s how it was with B. B. King and Lucille.
MrWurdi's 55 for the week:
Evening's Pleasure
Time to put her up for the evening, I have that desire again. She doesn’t want to go, long hours of toil only for it to start again so soon. Awake it’s all about points, when she’s unconscious… pure sweetness. At last she is secured in her dream state.
Now I can make Rice pudding!
(I love this one! I've been working crazy hours and struggling to not give in to the lure of high point foods that aren't Weight Watcher friendly. MrWurdi has been encouraging me to get enough sleep. I thought he was worried about me. Turns out all he wanted was dessert and didn't want to tempt me! Hee-hee!)
CaveBtch aka the worm eater has not only FINALLY commented on the How To post, she's also decided to play along with 55 Fiction
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Struggling for breath, tears filling my eyes, I cry out in pain.
The searing, white hot pain is so intense that cramps grip my body. Writhing in agony I promise myself that I will never allow this again. A sob escapes my lips and I taste the salt of my own tears.
Damn habanero chili!
CaveBtch, I have, also, suffered the wicked kiss of hot pepper. I always say, "Never again," but the lure of the heat is too much.
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55 fiction is a very, very short story of exactly 55 words. It needs to have a character, conflict and resolution.
The Wikipedia article on 55 Fiction is here and some great examples are here..
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Come play! Add your story to the comments or put it on your blog and I'll link to it. It's fun. You'll like it.
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5 comments:
Not my best...but I was inspired on my ride to work this morning. Check it out, buried in my blogpost.
The Night Stalkers
She sat alone watching a movie. She was already on edge due to the content of the film, when out of the corner of her eye; she saw a movement at the window.
Was she imagining this?
No wait, there it was another. Her anxieties were building…
A knock at the door…
Trick-or-Treat!
His muscular form stood astride the iron beam high atop the horizon in the sunrise. Sparks flew and cascaded, bouncing off the cement below as if rain danced in the cool morning air. There is something so inspiring about a man, a machine and steel…all silhouetted in the sky above. Oh my, those construction workers!!
i did it, as did my sister
You are all awesome. Great work!
Guinness, I left my comment at your blog. Loved the 55.
SGT, that would completely be me! If I buy candy, no one will show up (I'm in the boonies). If I don't buy candy, I'll have a steady stream of kids. I think MrWurdi needs to take me out to dinner.
Nice, Marcia! There's something about those guys. I married one, once.
Not a good decision.
Excellent, Lydia! Not only did I love your 55 (made me want to grab some Theraflu and a blanket) but I got the bonus of seeing the costumes. Score! Kate's echoed so perfectly how I feel driving down the road with the t-tops out or the roof down. Perfect!
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